“Whoa,” I breathe, trying to catch my bearings. “Time to switch.”
A smirk plays at her lips and she says, “Afraid I’ll get you to come with just my mouth?”
“There’s no fear—onlyknowing. Now, get those damn yoga pants off,” I demand, picking her up and tossing her to the bed.
She lets out a squeak in surprise but thankfully begins peeling them off of her legs as I kick my jeans off completely.
When we’re both fully naked, I prowl forward, forcing her back until her head rests on the pillows. Then, I spread her legs before me like the feast I plan on indulging in.
Now it’s her turn to let out a whimper as I press the pad of my middle finger to her clit and circle it slowly. She wiggles, cursing under her breath.
Without stopping the circular motion, I flick my tongue across her slit and she bucks outright. So, I reach out, pressing the palm of my free hand to her pelvis, locking her to the bed. Then, I sweep my tongue inside her, letting her juices flow over my tongue.
She tastes so good.
“Oh my god,” she cries out, her words as breathless as I feel.
My dick throbs and I grind my hips into the bed, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
She is so fucking wet.
And it’s so fucking hot.
I thrust a finger inside her, pumping it in and out as I lap and suck at her clit, trying to get her to squirm again. She works her hips up and down and I plunge another finger in, only to be rewarded by a gush of fluid that soaks my hand and fills my senses.
“What the hell?” she gasps, trying to bend upright. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
“So goddamn sexy,” I say, needing to be inside her now. I gotta know how it feels.
Getting up on my hands and knees, I run my palms down the insides of her thighs amazed that this incredibly sexy woman is mine.
Mine.
Without the ability to maintain control, I thrust inside her feeling her juices slick and warm against me as I’m fully enveloped in her. She grips me hard, tightening around my cock but so slippery it takes everything in me not to get too excited.
“You know what I’d like to do to you,” I say, trying to take my mind off of the way she feels pulsing around me.
“W-what?” she asks between shaky breaths.
“I want to see if I can get you to squirt like that every time,” I say, thrusting in and out. My left hand palms her breast and I roll my hips, trying to get her to whimper again.
Her body quakes under mine and she moans loudly as I pinch her nipple. “Oh, fuck. I bet you could ... Keep doing that and I might again. Oh, shit?—”
As if on cue, warmth surrounds me and the bed is soaked—I’m soaked. She’s soaked.
“Fuck,” I moan, reveling in the feeling of it. “So hot.”
I love that I can do that to her. That I can turn her on that much.
I tip my hips, trying to hit her G-spot with my swollen head.
She arches her back and her breasts lift, needing my attention. I drop my mouth to one of her nipples, pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it.
Her gasp rings in my ears as I smile against her skin and suck again—harder this time. She gropes at my shoulders, her fingertips pressing into my skin as I continue moving in and out of her.
Sex has never felt like this.
It’s never been an adventure—an exploration like this.
